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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

MISS BENNETT

Bennett Suzanne Detamore was born on St. Patrick's Day, and I can't believe the amount of love I instantly experienced with her. She was and is completely perfect and the sweetest little addition to our growing family.

I wanted to write her birth story while it's still fresh in my mind because these days with two kids I forget e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. We checked into the Woman's Pavillion around 6 AM and by 8 AM my water was broken and pitocin started. (#ihateyoupitocin) I made sure to ask the nurse the time frame it would take to get the epidural because with Cash they took FOREVER to get to the room and my contractions had multiplied a trillion by the time that doctor showed his face. She said usually around 40 minutes. Well as soon as I started to get uncomfy I asked for it and she said I was first on the list...after they finish up surgery. Which should be about 20 minutes. Liars. I kept asking (yelling) the poor med student when in the H they were coming because I'm about to die. OVER AN HOUR LATER they finally came. By this time my contractions had multiplied by a trillion again and I was screaming that I'm really never doing this ever. ever. ever. again. As soon as I got the epidural with Cash I felt immediate relief and it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Well this time I felt no relief whatsoever. The doctor kept reassuring me that in 15 minutes it will hit me and I'll start to feel tingly. Waited...nothing...bad contraction...waited...nothing...horrible contraction...finally the anesthesiologist' nurse pumped me another dose of medicine...nothing...then she tried a different medicine...maybe a little relief but barely....another bad contraction....at this point I'm screaming to Brett "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME, WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS, WHY ISN'T IT WORKING, I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO SOMETHING''

Finally they realize something isn't working and in walks the anesthesiologist and examines my back where the gigantic needle was....yeah the catheter is loose...you aren't getting the full dose...we need to redo it. DO IT ALREADY THEN.

Of course after everything was fixed I felt immediate relief. I had a FAILED epidural y'all. I hope no one ever experiences that because it sucks. Bad.

At this point I'm so drowsy from all the different medicine I just want to go to sleep and I keep talking about being on a beach with a margarita #obviously. About 5 minutes later, the resident came in and ask me if I felt any pressure or not (you know from the baby). And I'm like ummm I think so but not really but maybe I'm so tired I have no idea I can't move. So they examine me one last time and he says to the nurse...call the doctor asap this baby is coming NOW. Apparently her head was you know like right there. The doctor comes, she tells me to push, I say I can't I'm so tired it's impossible, she says do it, I push for literally like 2 minutes, maybe 2 or 3 times, and Miss Bennett came into this world.

So after it's all said and done, I guess I can't complain too much.

She's just perfect.

And she's 3 weeks old already.

By the way they say going from 0 to 1 kid is WAY harder than going from 1 to 2....they are lying. 2 is way harder. But that's a whole other post.